The dish is finally done, but my goodness. Every single pot in my kitchen is dirty. The stove top is wrecked. I had to rearrange the entire freezer to fit my lasagna in there and now I'm worried some random tupperware container is going to squish my masterpiece.

I started the cooking process today at 1pm. It is now 7pm and it is finally done. How do people with children do it? All I had to worry about this afternoon was making sure Emma had food and a warm corn pillow. I am physically exhausted and still need to clean the kitchen. Just grating the Peccharino-Reggiano cheese practically sent me into labor.

I just called Brian and told him that he has exactly 37 minutes to get home or else my lasagna will burn. I will be devastated if this dish doesn't turn out.